The rural blifs redoubles in our breast,

In pleasing others when ourselves are blest:
Nor you, my friends! difdain what we adore,
We give with pleasure, and would give you more;
Our off'ring take, and as we with furvey
The grateful produce of a Winter's Day.

THE

BEGGAR.

inopemque paterni

HOR.

Et Laris, et Fundi.

PITY

the forrows of a poor old man

Whofe trembling limbs have borne him to your door, Whose days are dwindled to the fhortest span,

Oh! give relief and heav'n will blefs

These tatter'd cloaths my poverty bespeak,

your

ftore.

These hoary locks proclaim my lengthen'd years;

And many a furrow in my grief-worn cheek,
Has been the channel to a stream of tears.

Yon

Yon house, erected on the rifing ground,
With tempting aspect drew me from my road,
For plenty there a refidence has found,'
And grandeur a magnificent abode.

(Hard is the fate of the infirm and poor!)
Here craving for a morfel of their bread,
A pamper'd menial forc'd me from the door,
To feek a fhelter in an humbler shed.

Oh! take me to your hofpitable dome,

Keen blows the wind and piercing is the cold! Short is my paffage to the friendly tomb, For I am poor and miferably old.

Should I reveal the fource of every grief,

If foft humanity e'er touch'd your breast, Your hands would not with-hold the kind relief. And tears of pity could not be repreft.

Heav'n fends misfortunes-why should we repine? 'Tis heaven has brought me to the state

And your condition may be foon like mine,

The child of forrow-and of mifery.

A little farm was my paternal lot,

you fee:

Then like the lark I fprightly hail'd the morn; But ah! oppreffion forc'd me from my cot, My cattle dy'd, and blighted was my corn.

My daughter-once the comfort of my age!
Lur'd by a villain from her native home,
Is cast abandon'd on the world's wide stage,
And doom'd in fcanty poverty to roam.

My tender wife-fweet foother of my care!
Struck with fad anguish at the ftern decree,
Fell-ling'ring fell a victim to defpair,

And left the world to wretchedness and me.

Pity the forrows of a poor old man!

Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the fhorteft fpan,

Oh! give relief-and heav'n will bless your store.

MARY Queen of Scots, an Elegy. By William Julius

Mickle,

Hengift and Mey, a Ballad. By the fame.

Knowledge, an Ode. By the fame.

Pollio, an Elegiac Ode. By the fame.
An Epiftle to Curio. By Dr. Akenfide.
Love, an Elegy. By the fame.
Ode to Sleep. By the fame.

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A British Philippic. By the fame.

Hymn to Science. By the fame.

Ode to the Mufe. By James Scott, M. A.

Ode to Friendship. By the fame.

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Ode to Mifs B, with a fet of Colours. By the fame. 76

Ode to Wisdom. By the fame.

93

A Spoufal Hymn, addressed to his Majefty on his Marriage.
By the fame.

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The Vanity of Human Life, a Monody. By the fame..

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Ode at the Inftallation of his Grace Auguftus Henry Fitzroy,

Duke of Grafton. By the fame.

A Long Story. By the fame.

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The Fatal Sifters, an Ode. By the fame.

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The

The Defcent of Odin, an Ode, from the Norfe Tongue.
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The Triumphs of Owen, a Fragment, from the Welch.
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An Epitaph in a Country Church-yard in Kent. By the

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An Invitation to the Feather'd Race. By the Rev. Mr.
Graves.

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Under an Hour Glafs in a Grotto pear the water at Cla-

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On the ancient City of Bath. By the fame.

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The Great Shepherd, a facred Paftoral. By Mr. Barford. 138
A Father's Advice to his Son. By J. Gilbert Cooper, Efq; 156
On the much-lamented Death of the Marquis of Tavistock.
By Christopher Anfty, Efq;

161

The Pleasures of Contemplation. By Mrs. Darval, for-
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Liberty, an Elegy, infcribed to Mifs Loggin. By the fame. 168
Hymn to Solitude. By the fame.

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Ode to May. By the fame.

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The Death of Arachne, an Heroi-comi-tragic Poem.

An Epiftle from Lord William Ruffel to Lord William
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A Birth-day Offering to a young Lady, from her Lover.

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